Monthly Archives: July 2023

Doing Unto Others

Temperatures of 116 degrees Fahrenheit couldn’t scorch the magnificent tapestry of my birthday. Just being alive and in good health was enough, but my cup ran over with well wishes from friends and family near and far. Thank you all.

It’s not the same for everyone, but I appreciate being remembered on my birthday. However, I’m learning that what pleases me may not please someone else.

Like me, you might think that everyone wants to be remembered on their birthday. I have discovered that this is not true. This discovery makes me think that it’s not always best to “do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Instead, I read somewhere that we should “do unto others as they would have you do unto them.” This is an acquired skill that I’m attempting to master.

I wish you everything that makes you happy.

Ultimate (and Unanswerable?) Questions

white outlined questions marks on dark blue background

In the introduction to her Selected Poems, former Poet Laureate Rita Dove posed the following “ultimate—and ultimately unanswerable—questions” regarding the “mystery of what destiny boils down to”:

  • How does where I come from determine where I’ve ended up?
  • Why am I what I am and not what I thought I’d be?
  • What did I think I’d be?
  • Where do I reside most completely?

It is at this stage of life that I have time to search for answers to these heretofore unanswerable questions and to begin the task of solving the mystery of my own destiny. I invite you to take the journey with me.

Appreciation

This is appreciation day for all of you who read my blog. And for those of you who take the time to comment, a very special, “Thank you!”

I appreciate comments about my blog. Sometimes when there are long stretches without any comment, I want to ask if there is anyone out there. And, for a fleeting moment, I tell myself that I should stop writing.

However, this feeling is fleeting because…

I write to give my opinions on topics of the day.
I write to share my thoughts on culture.
I write to express my thoughts and feelings similarly to when I kept a journal.
I write to fulfill some part of my desire to write a memoir.
I write to share personal anecdotes that may resonate with another person.
I write to exercise my mind.
I write to have the discipline to prepare something each week. 
I write to feel seen and heard.
I write to enshrine my identity.
I write to assure myself that I’m still here.

In a recent interview, Harrison Ford summed up my reason for writing when he said, “I’m editor in charge of my life.”

Although I rarely respond to comments online, I am deeply grateful to you who do let me know that you hear me. Please accept my gratitude. Thank you.